Don't Stop Now- Emmy Rossum
She didn't know how he felt.
For days V had been avoiding her, keeping himself hidden away within the darkend depths of his beloved shadow gallery.
It had all started the other day, when they had been innocently conversing over her cup of hot tea.
She should not have asked, but it seemed now that the question was inevitable. It simply had to be asked.
"V, do you…do you like me? More than just as a friend?"
Her blood had run cold then as she awaited his eventual reply. Her fingers traced the edge of the dainty cup he had lent her, brown fluid from her last sip slipping onto her fingertips, making them glitter in the dim light.
The reply never came however, he had simply stood up, bowed, and had proceeded to leave the room without a single word on the matter.
And now…two days later, she still waited with anxious anticipation. In all her five months in the gallery, she had never seen V so taken aback by so few words. It was the first time that he had ever been rendered speechless in her presence.
Footsteps…she heard the soft sound of leather boots approaching. Evey fiddled with the pages of an old book, feigning disinterest.
"Evey?" He whispered as the footsteps ended and V's dark form brooded above her. "About the other night…"